Secret Santa Delivery for: Stare! (2)

Character name Ideas you may like:
Melonie Kaley- like melancholy
Starlight Windfall
Porter Auto- sounds kinda like potato
Penelope Soul- sounds kinda like peaceful


Character ideas you may like:
A blind prostitute
Character that eats grass in times of emotional distress
Character who can't stop imagining animals that don't exist
Wannabe psychopath with an insanity fetish




Situation prompts you may like:
One character dares another character to sing instead of talk, for a whole day.
Someone cheats on someone else with their cousin that they didn't know they had.
Oedipus Rex: the plot
Cute little motivational things I made up that you may like: The worse you are at one thing, the better you'll appear to be at another thing in comparison.
The first 2 sounds in "beauty"are "be" and "you"

A weird little thingy I wrote when I was bored once that you may like:


I don't think like you do I do it differently I follow a different path; I walk the one covered in reindeer carcasses. I dream in blues and think in greens and hope for love; hope for scents; hope for some sensation of emotion hope for a new heart; a new set of souls; ;souls; a new reason. Who am I; I am; I craw; I walk; I learn; I am ;awake. Is it art or is it insanity is it art or is it insanity where am I what I have I done where have I been why are you here every sensation a question a moment a belief system look at us look at humanity what has become of us what have we become; my name is Sam and I like clams.

My eyes crystallize as I realize myself my surroundings fade I am a sand particle I am a sand particle I breath it in and blow it out watch me watch it watch myself fall apart as insanity takes me I used to love I used to feel I used to want to need now I only breath it in I only wait I only repeat I am nothing but a potential memory fading through this world why do I try am I fake am I real what is this where is reality I babble I travel I want and wander no I don't I die inside and hid inside a self that isn't me it's a pretend memory I'm not sure how I feel and words are just paints to fill in the blanks cover the invisible pretend you matter for just a moment like the world will want you like it can get better but how can it when your pieces don't fit when your mind doesn't match when you were never whole never there never real.